Amazing. I feel as if it is three poems in one. The first portion seems stayed even as it is about unquiet.

The second is delicious, a stringing together of abandon.

The third: starting with thrill to the last line, is a fine rendering of that emotion.

Nice. Like the faucet was turned on, and you were watching the water, then you walked away for a second and the water gushed out, then you came back and turned it off, but there was still a drip, drip, drip. I love your writing. it makes me think.

Mme. DeFarge - I'm personally "thrilled" by the fact that although you are made uncomfortable by much of what I write, you keep coming back for more. Most would shy from the sources of their discomfort, but you do not shy from this source, and this is greatly appreciated. I'm happy that you liked it.

Suzanne - Your description of what I wrote is poetry unto itself. And I do love that my writing makes you think. It is always my hope to trigger questions in the minds of my readers. Thank you, as always!

Your prose take me on a rise and fall of emotive turbulence. A roller coaster ride of cognition. There's intensity, secrets and a breach of self-control..."heinous desire to burst out laughing at a funeral". The last two stanzas depict a spill of elevated senses then a gradual ease into the tranquility of a transported ripple. Very transcendental.

Gypsywoman - My skeleton rattled writing this piece, so I'm happy to hear I'm not the only one. It's fun to share an exciting ride... Thank you for joining me!

She Poet - "... roller coaster ride of cognition..." That's how I felt going there. I was sort of hesitant about the bit with the funeral, but haven't we all experienced that thrilling moment of wanting to just bust out laughing in the most inconvenient of places? Thank you, She Poet. You are, as always, insightful.

Glnroz - Common layman? There's no such thing, in my world! You're as special as the rest of humanity, and your opinion is very special to me. I appreciate your stopping by, and taking a moment to read... I really do!

Renee - I love your honesty! I can't do without the specks of reality that are occasionally hurled at me and hit my rose-colored glasses. I tell you, I'm rattled by a lot of stuff, but not as much as I used to be. You're so right. But isn't it so much fun to dream and play?

Vesper - Thanks so much for stopping in and commenting. I'm happy you enjoyed it.

Jarmara - Welcome! I don't believe you've ever visited my blog before. I do hope you will return soon. And thank you for your sweet comment!

In response to your question: it is the passion that speaks no language to anyone except to that who understands it; it is the Escher painting from which only one person can pull me out; it is the open/hidden secret that only that other person and I share, amongst millions.

I loved this poem to bits. It brought back powerful memories, very powerful.

Cuban - That was a very personal and touching response. It makes my day to know that my writing somehow took you by the hand and escorted you down memory lane. I hope that your memories were pleasant and warm, and that they put a smile on your face as you have just put a smile on mine. Have a marvelous day, Cuban! And please say hello to the old Foggy Town for me; I miss it so...

Cuban - Borges. Now you really have me thinking. A few years ago I read a Borges anthology named "Labyrinths" in English translation (although I'm fluent in French and Italian I struggle a bit with Spanish), and I felt like I had entered into a journey with my psyche. Borges is very deep reading, Cuban. Very profound. And I'm seeing the connection with Escher you're talking about, completely, although I hadn't considered it before. You have interesting perceptions of literature and art, and I appreciate very much your sharing them. Thanks for stopping in again!